What is a group of unicorns called? A herd, a flock, a blessing, or a rainbow?” Ford’s brows knit together as he whispers, “What the fuck?” “Oh, a blessing. Duh,” West says with an eye roll. I shoot him a scornful glare, which only makes him laugh. “You’re just mad you were thinking rainbow, aren’t you?” I sigh. “You’re an idiot.”
